Page 102 of Fight or Flight
“Because we don’t really fit into the typical definition. And our parents recognized that there was something different with us when we were really young, and instead of locking us away, they worked with us and made sure that we learned how to control ourselves.”
“You weren’t always like this?”
“Hell no.” He laughs and kicks his feet. “I was always the first to react, but Jax is the one who would really fuck people up. It took years, and lots of unique hobbies where we could channel our natural instincts, to get to this point.”
“This is so insane, but also so not a surprise,” I tell him, then let out a soft laugh as a wave of full-body tingles moves through me. “Whoa.”
“Feeling good?” he asks with a sly grin.
“Really good. What’s this strain called?”
“French cookies.”
“Yummy and fun.” I huff out another laugh as more of those waves crash over me. “Damn, I really am a lightweight tonight. Things are gonna get messy,” I warn him.
“That’s fine. I don’t mind messy.”
“Are you floating?”
“I am,” he assures me.
A strange sensation mixes with the floaty good feels, and my dick perks up as I feel a pang of desire deep in my balls.
“There’s something else I should have told you,” I tell him.
“What’s that?”
“Weed makes me horny as fuck.”
“Want to know a secret?” he asks in a stage whisper.
“What?” I lean closer.
“It makes me horny too.”
I rest my hand on his thigh and slide it up until I’m cupping his cock. “So what are we gonna do about it?”
“Depends on how sore you are.”
“Not sore at all.”
“Is that the weed talking?” he asks as his cock grows hard under my hand.
“Dunno, but it didn’t hurt when you did it, or before the weed, so I’m gonna go with no.”
“You want me to fuck you again?”
I nod. “But I wanna blow you first.”
“Yeah?” He puts his hand over mine and presses down. “Remember, I like it rough.”
“That’s good, because I have no idea what I’m doing, so we’ll just pretend that any teeth scrapes or accidental bites are me being rough and playful and not me showing my total lack of skills.”
He grins and lets go of my hand. “I’m good with that.”
“I might choke on it,” I warn him as I slide off the bed and kneel between his spread legs.
“I’ll like it if you do.”
